CHAPTER 18The wind kicked it up a notch, and a gust gave Abby a good shove. She laughed, and Paul laughed too. Out over the waves, the storm clouds were closer. It was coming in faster than she had thought possible.
Paul pulled a key from his pocket, pointed it at the Prius and the car beeped.
"I'm going to have to get me one of those." Abby patted her old VW van. "They do make them for older cars, right?"
"You don't need a key free lock for that thing, the locks don't even work."
Abby stuck out her tongue and opened the door. "If I got new fancy locks they would work."
"No point. No one is going to try and break into that thing." Paul opened his door. "Thanks for the run. Tomorrow? Same time?"
"I'd better say yes now. If I wait until later when I really start to feel the run I won't
